Poem- “In the Future”

“In the Future”

Do you know how to live on the moon?

If not, you’re not an astronaut.

Going to the moon is a special privilege.

To go to the moon (if you can) you must have science.

Without science, you’re just a dummy in a costume.

That doesn’t count as space ranger.

Keep something else in mind.

I don’t know how to live on the moon.

Living on the moon is dangerous and nothing of Earth’s nature.

In fact, I’m sure you can’t even live on the moon and not die.

Consider exercise.

How do you exercise on the moon?

You don’t know.

You’re not walking on the moon and experiencing “space”.

For the modern world, going to the moon is an impossible right for the public.

Space rangers explore the galaxy with privilege, not right.

It’s the kind of privilege that interests Earth’s governments.

You can’t give a moon ticket to an average, everyday citizen.

He would die in 2 seconds.

You’re already dead from imagining too much about the moon!

I do make poems and reviews about the galaxy.

But, that’s because I wish upon a star I don’t visit or burn from.

A millionaire can’t afford to go to the moon.

Even if a millionaire went to the moon, he would probably just die.

There’s plenty of fishes under the sea and almost nothing on the moon.

You probably think the moon isn’t wearing clothes.

The future isn’t always a pleasure.

Imagine this- the future of pain, the future of hunger, the future of death.

Doesn’t that mean anything to you?

Well, if you think Star Wars is real, that’s not going to happen.

Just stay here and look at the moon.

It reminds me of your mother.

She’s a glowing hazard of thought and you won’t imagine anything else.

Ha ha!

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